Monday, 1 February 2016

I like to report on Mondays, any other time too
actually, about spankings or any other thing that's happened of significance
particularly over the weekend, press stories count too if they're funny or a bit
weird and spanking related. Well this past week I've been preoccupied with my
face as you know, which got damaged in a fall, and it's healing pretty
well with the dark bruising now much diminished but a yellowish hue almost
covering my right cheek which is less outstanding so I don't feel so self
conscious. My knee still hurts but it's getting better.

Anyway on Friday we went to see The
Revenant, which we both enjoyed even though Leo seemed to have more lives than a
cat. P commented that was what you call bruising never mind the teeny
little experience I'd had, he was joking of course. We stopped in town and
had a nice pasta on the way back. P told me he thought I could do with a
good spanking after all I'd been through without really moaning and groaning too
much, it was said as an observation but it was question too, inviting
a response but not demanding one. I gave one anyway, best not to let
opportunities slip by.

"Do you do half measures?" I asked. We were still
in the Italian and the tables are fairly close so I had to watch my
words.

"Sorry no half spankings." P answered. I'm sure my
face went from yellow to red although there was so much hubbub going on I
doubt anyone picked up on it, no heads turned at least.

Then my husband asked we what I meant by
half measures anyway, did I mean half as long or half as hard. I said I hadn't
really thought about it, perhaps a bit of both. He said he'd think about it
and get back to me, he squeezed my knee under the table though so I
knew he was playing. He got the unbruised one too, which was a
relief.

Saturday morning we were both awake early, it had
been a squally night with a lot of heavy rain and wind, neither of us slept
through but it was warm and snugly in bed and I was happy dozing. P's hand found
its way onto my thigh and he told me he'd been thinking
about the half measure spanking I'd asked about last night.
He got my attention although I didn't move. Then he didn't say
anything. Don't do that, P, I'm bloody awake, I thought, and I moved my thigh
nearer him so that he'd know it. He continued.

"Yep, I've decided I can't really give you a half
spanking," he said as his fingers played on the inside of my thigh.
"It might set a precedent, I don't think it would be a good thing." Then he
was quiet again, his fingers still stroked though. "I think we'll wait till
you're fully fit and then sort you out." Oh no, bloody bastard, don't
say that not now you've got my attention and I can feel my knickers
moistening.

"P, I think I'm well enough to take, er, you know,
whatever you thought was right," I purred meekly as I half turned
and snuggled against him. I slid my hand down to his groin and purred again when
I felt his erection. Oh goody, he could spank the arse off me
to be honest especially if I was due some of that
too.

My husband took charge. He sat up straight legged
with his back against the headboard and told me to get across his thighs, I
could see the state of his cock which was trying to pop out of the waistband of
his underpants and I whimpered as I got across him. He started patting me over
my knickers, I wanted to slide down his thighs a bit so I could get a
knee to grind on but he wouldn't let me, the pats continued and I wriggled my
backside but in frustration not pain. "What, is that too hard?" My
husband mocked, he knew full well what was really happening. "No it's not
I'm all right, P, I mean go on, my knee's not hurting ... or anything else
for that matter." Well a girl has to make her case and I was horny as
hell.

So he spanked me hard. He took my knickers down to
my thighs and spanked my bare bottom until I squealed with joy. He was
enjoying himself I'm sure, seeing the reaction he was causing and he kept asking
me if he'd been too harsh and if he should go easier and I said
'please don't you dare' because that's how it is when your sex is stirred
up as much as mine was. P stopped spanking me after several minutes and put his
finger into me, it was sopping wet and he told me I was a naughty girl I must
have been having thoughts. Too bloody right I had been and still
was.

"So are you going to carry on spanking me or
fuck me?" I panted.

"Do you think you're well enough to take a fucking
too?" I was asked but I didn't reply. I just got up out of position and pulled
his waistband down to lick my husband's cock which was seeping invitingly.
He groaned. Neither of us would take long. I got up on all fours then
put my hands on the top of the bedhead and asked my husband if he'd care to
relieve himself in this particularly naughty girl. I think it was an offer he
couldn't refuse and he quickly positioned himself behind me and I gasped as I
felt his slippery cock head first at my backdoor then at my pussy and I shouted
"Go on do it .. PLEASE!"

"Are you sure your knee's OK?" Oh he must have
been bloody joking! I didn't even answer, just thrust by bottom back hard into
his groin so that his cock speared me and then nature took its course. He
told me to hold on but I said he better hold on himself, it was
unbridled lust and it was lovely and when we lay together getting our breath
back P asked me if he'd got things about right. Oh you did P, you most certainly
did

What a wonderful weekend Ronnie, happy for you :) No half spankings eh? Must admit, I never thought I would hear of you asking for a half spanking lo. Current circumstances of course though. So glad to hear you are recovering and feeling better. Hope the rest of your recovery is speedy.